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[
[Na]: Liliruca Arde
[Level]: 1
Strength: B765
Endurance: B768
Dexterity: A812
Agility: A854
Magic: C642
[Magic]:
Cinder Ella
-A transformation magic that allows the user to alter their appearance into that of another person they've seen.
[Skill]:
Artel Assist
-Enhances the user's carrying capacity.
]
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"Hey, Lili, you're ready to rank up!" Orsted's eyes brightened slightly as he examined the parchnt.
"Yes, I can rank up, but I want to train my ba to S first," Lili replied, beaming with a smile and nodding eagerly like a squirrel.
"Orsted-sama's basic abilities reached SSS, so I can't just rank up at B so casually."
"Still, I'm setting a limit—this month."
"If I can't push my stats higher by then, I'll give up and rank up," she added, shifting her tone to reflect her resolve.
"Huh? Why?" Orsted asked, caught off guard.
"Lili wants to get her alias alongside you at the Denatus," Hestia interjected before Lili could respond.
"Hehehe~" Lili scratched her head shyly, her plan exposed.
"Having an alias isn't exactly a good thing. I'd rather skip it," Orsted said, his eyes twitching at the ntion of titles.
He had no interest in the Denatus—the assembly where gods bestowed often embarrassing aliases on adventurers—and secretly hoped it would never convene again.
Those mischievous gods could stay in the heavens for all he cared.
"It doesn't matter to ," Lili said with a lovestruck grin.
"As long as I can get an alias alongside Orsted-sama, I don't care what alias they give ."
To her, sharing an alias-bestowal mont with Orsted felt hopelessly romantic.
Orsted's eyes twitched again. 'It might not matter to you, but it does to .'
"Don't worry, Lili—I'll make sure its a good one," Hestia said with a sly, almost sinister chuckle.
Lili: "…"
Orsted: "…"
"By the way, Hestia, I have a favor to ask," Orsted said after a brief silence, recalling sothing.
"Of course, Orsted! What is it?" Hestia's eyes sparkled as she nodded enthusiastically.
"I'd like you to help buy a forge," Orsted said without hesitation.
Hestia blinked, montarily stunned.
'A forge? Isn't that for blacksmiths? Why does Orsted need one?'
Then, realization hit her.
Her eyes glead, and she leapt onto the table, closing the distance to Orsted in an instant.
Gripping his shoulders, she gasped with rapid breaths, "Orsted, you can forge weapons?!"
"Uh… yes, I can," Orsted stamred, startled by her sudden fervor.
"Haha! Orsted really is the best!" Hestia crowed, hands on her hips, face tilted skyward as she laughed without a shred of dignity.
Lili and Tifa, who was washing dishes nearby, turned to look, their eyes wide with surprise.
Orsted said nothing, rely rubbing his forehead.
Hestia's goddess-like image seed to erode further every day since they'd t.
"Oh, right—Orsted, Lili, Tifa, skip the dungeon for a few days," Hestia said after climbing back to her seat, her laughter subsiding.
"The Monster Feria's coming up. Let's have so fun instead."
"The Monster Feria?" Orsted mused. "It's already that ti?"
"Orsted-sama! Let's take a break and enjoy it," Lili said, her eyes lighting up at the ntion of the festival.
"Yeah, alright."
Speaking of the Monster Feria, he recalled how, in the ani, Freya had released monsters captured by the Ganesha Familia to test Bell, sparking chaos.
That shouldn't happen this ti.
Which brought up another thought—where was Bell Cranel?
There'd been no sign of him.
Had he joined another familia? It seed plausible.
In the ani, Bell had faced rejection everywhere until Hestia took him in.
But Orsted's presence in this world had altered so much—perhaps enough to create a butterfly effect.
Could Bell have lost his chance to rise because of him?
'Well, whatever. It's not my problem.'
'Let's make another grimoire first.'
'I'll give one to Tifa and one to Lili.'
'As for sparring with Ryuu, that can wait until tomorrow.'
After a quick farewell to Hestia and the others, he headed to the workshop to begin crafting a new grimoire.
The sooner they get magic, the better.
Unbeknownst to Orsted, as he worked, a cart piled with straw rumbled slowly toward Orario from beyond its walls.
Atop the straw, two figures lounged with legs crossed, their faces obscured by feathered hats.
Beside them sat a girl with short blue hair and glasses, her delicate features frad by a thoughtful expression.
"Hers-sama, why the sudden decision to return to Orario?" she asked.
"There's sothing I want to confirm," the man called Hers replied, lifting his feathered hat to reveal a handso, roguish face.
He gazed at the clear night sky with a faint, enigmatic smile.
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